Howling at the Moon

Chapter 21- The First Formal, Part 2

I'm thrilled with the amout of support I've gotten with this story. It's really not my best work or best effort I've put in but I've realized a lot of people really like this story and that's really humbling especially since this is NOT my best piece at all. So I just wanted to tell you guys that I'm planning on staying dedicated to this story for a while. I'm planning on writing a couple books actually, following the show but adding my own twists and turns. All in all, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you so much. The comments, the votes, shoot even the messages that people send me. It just makes me so happy. I cry a lot too. Happy tears. Haha I think I'm so badass but then again I cry over tea flavors, and Tv shows and chocolate so no, not badass at all... I guess I'll stop crying now and let you guys read on...  -G

ALSO HERE'S GAGE'S FORMAL OUTFIT http://www.polyvore.com/gages_1st_formal_outfit_sexy/set?id=82919965

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"Gage, get your ass out here right now!" said Lydia, clearly irritated by my lack of confidence.

"No!" I hollered back. I examined myself in the mirror and felt myself blush.

Shit, you look like a whore, I thought to myself.

I ran my hands down my dress and felt the smooth, red velvet under my fingers. The dress was strapless and allowed much of my chest to go uncovered. Along with that, it was short. Uncomfortably short. I grabbed my small spandex and pulled it up my legs, feeling slightly better that I wouldn't flash anyone tonight. The dress is definitely badass, and sexy. Not me in it though. I look like such an idiot. Allison had curled my hair beautifully, and Lydia had done the makeup. I didn't look like myself. I shook my head furiously and thought about why I really needed to go to the formal. Phil had told me that it was likely that the werewolf that the Alpha had bitten was most definitely a high school student. According to him, Chris Argent and the rest of the hunters, the Alpha was bound to show up. My job was clear.

"Make sure your friends are out of the way," said Phil, "Tonight will be dangerous. More than you can handle."

"Alright then," said Allison finally, "If you don't open this door on a count of three, I'm kicking it down. One, two-"

I swung the door open and walked out with my arms covered around my chest.

"Whoa," said the girls in unison. Allison's hand covered her mouth and her eyes were wide, while Lydia wore an accomplished smirk.

"Stop, oh my God why are you looking at my like that," I said hesitantly. I grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it up. "Fine, I look like a slut," I said to them, "Go on, say it!"

"You look like-" started Allison.

"Sex," Lydia said simply, "Second best to myself, of course."

Lydia slipped on her sexy black pumps and wore her jacket. She wore a sexy bronze dress and her hair danced in classy waves around her face. Allison wore a tight silver dress with net leggings and an elegant braid down the side of her neck.

"Well our job here is done," said Lydia proudly. She came up to me arranged my hair and fixed my bracelet. "You are sex." she assured me.

My stomach gave a nervous flip. "Please stop saying that," I mumbled, "It makes me feel squimish."

Allison and Lydia burst into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics and last minute touch-ups on Allison's fancy braid, the girls had to leave to meet Stiles and Jackson. We would meet up at the the school in an hour. They left and I found myself getting more and more nervous by the second. I arranged my hair and pulled my dress down and groaned, pulling it back up so it wouldn't reveal anymore of my chest.  I looked at the tall mirror in my room and sighed.